The reason why Bunnypaw didn’t notice that she was at the border was because she was too busy hopping after a rabbit - initially something she should had caught and brought back to the fresh kill pile. Her mentor had wanted to test her hunting skills, but Bunnypaw has always been soft at heart. She didn’t like to eat rabbits, and her diet lacked much protein as she preferred greenery. However, knowing how Bunnypaw was such a scatterbrained Molly, she completely forgot why she was chasing after the rabbit. Bunnypaw had thought of it as a game, and began imitating the rabbit’s moves. It got to the point where the rabbit decided to cross the Thunderclan border. Bunnypaw has unintentionally followed it, and the new scents that flooded her nostrils brought her into the state of reality. This was not the windy moorlands as the rare treat of trees towered above her.
“Huh, where am I?” She questioned herself. Knowing fully well that this was not her home, Bunnypaw was used to a sheltered life where her mother and father were both overbearing and protective. The fact that she could only get some fresh air whenever she was training, it was a relief to her. She just didn’t think she would get lost. Then again, the forest was big and filled with wondering beauty that she shouldn’t be surprised if she found herself in another clan.
“Hmm...” The grey she cat slowly looked around, trying to guess the clan that she wondered into. Her green eyes shiny and filled with curiosity.
“This must be...Shadowclan!” She assumed. But when she thought of Shadowclan, she imagined a much darker territory. Then again, she really wasn’t familiar with the parts of the forest. When her mentor showed her around the area, she hardly paid attention, stuck in her swirling thoughts that created a colorful, vivid world in her creative imagination. What she presumed to be Shadowclan, she continued to venture around, her nosiness peaking through.
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